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Greetings, Neighbors! Our First Annual Holiday Poem
Posted by: Dan Shaw
Posted on: Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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So clever, so warm spirited, so communal. Love it!
May I suggest for those last lines
A gentle re-write for your signs -
Perhaps it is our common senses
Our ‘magination intermural
Like Robert Frost’s good neighbor’s fences
Intelligence is always Rural
Lonnie Carter
Falls Village
Thank you Lonnie. I would nominate you to be the first poet laureate of the Rural Intelligence region.
How honored we are
to be on a par
with all of those mentioned
both near and far
For what could make more sense
than to be part of Rural Intelligence?!
Happy Holidays & Thank you for all that you two do
Maureen
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Season’s greetings, County Kin
Let the merriment begin!
Happy Hanukah, Merry Christmas
Is it local? That’s our litmus.
The arts and farms help define us
So much driving, the only minus.
True, this is a magic region
It’s rural life that we believe in
Millbrook’s South, Adams’s North
We’re always driving back and forth
Becket’s East, Hudson’s West
Too much to do—we are so blessed!
Our region’s rich with artsy elves
We couldn’t list them all ourselves
Nonetheless, we’ll nix our doubts
And offer up a few shout outs
Hail Kevin Sprague and Tina Packer
Julie Boyd, who is no slacker
We wish a hearty ho,ho,ho
To Hammertown’s great Joan O
To farmers who run CSAs
We sow our fields with seeds of praise
To all the merchants on Warren Street
We send a hearty New Year’s tweet
Happy holidays Ella Baff
And to Canyon Ranch’s staff
To theatregoers geriatric
And Red Lion’s N. Fitzpatrick
To Joe Thompson, Megan Whilden
And the folks who teach our children
We offer up a loud hosannah
To the mensch who runs Olana
To curators savant at Bard
A little something avant garde
Hark James Taylor, Carol King
We wonder what S. Claus will bring
For Alan Chartock—what the hell?
We pledge to give a jingle bell
To Carrie Haddad and Tom Swope
We offer up the gift of hope
For Lauren Ambrose and Karen Allen
SoCo ice cream by the gallon.
To Bjorn Somlo who runs Nudel
We wish both kit and caboodle
Some bling for Shaker Ellen Spear?
Oh, no, that really would be queer.
Our praise to Rhinebeck’s A.L. Stickle
Where a nickel’s still a nickel.
We thank the gals at Paper Trail
It’s stationery’s Holy Grail
Hail Red Devon, the Red Dot
And every other yummy spot
Let twenty-ten be among the greats
We’ll toast with grapes from Little Gates
To Jimmy Crisp, who is so swell
And stonemason Mark Mendel
Cheers Paul Rich and Frances Palmer
To Kripalu, which makes us calmer
For Susan Silver, something sterling
Here comes the snow, the wind is swirling
Skol! to dealers Edith Gilson,
Tim Dunleavy and Ben Wilson
We’d also like to pay respects
To Morris Adjmi Architects
Colin and Katrina Stair
Such tasteful people everywhere!
Here is to the Not for Profit
Vision of one L. N. Moffatt
To all the bookstores independent
And Vicki Bonnington resplendent.
Who make us smarter every day
At least, they make us look that way.
We’d be remiss to not make space
For the gang at Guido’s Marketplace.
And lest we set off rude alarms
To that at M (Group) and Turkana Farms.
It also would seem more than mean,
To fail to mention Bess Hochstein.
Would we be reaching above our station
To send regards to Maria Nation?
If you’d like a mention in next year’s poem,
Just give a ring to our own Kate Cohen.
Only kidding, to be fair,
Everyone knows we live on air.
Anticipating, as we should
Our thoughts go straight to Tanglewood
For now, we sit by fireplaces
With not a thought of trading places
Perhaps it is our common sense,
Or just sound Rural Intelligence.
